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"My God, I would not live, save that I think this gross, hard-seeming world Is our misshapen vision of the Powers behind the world that make our griefs our gains."
A BROAD-BUILT, hulking fellow with a coarse, brutal face shouldered his way towards Muriel. It was one of the men's evenings, and she had dropped in a moment to speak to the superintendent, and to give one of the men something to take home to his sick wife. When the man reached her she led him to a quiet corner of the room. She had never felt afraid yet, nor did she feel so now; only as she looked at the flushed, scowling face she felt a little hopeless.